Nothing Can Be Traded for the Hill
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"I was just joking. Don't be upset Sis. But don't look down on me. Even gold can't be traded for my Nanshan hill and my herbs!" Wang Yao laughed.
"Okay, say whatever you want!"
"Haha." Wang Yao laughed and didn't say anything more.
Wang Yao left home and went back to the hill after lunch. He planned to brew two decoctions—one for the task and one for Tian Tuyuan.
He started a mild fire, and the smell of the herbs started to diffuse into the air. Wang Yao was careful with every single step. Brewing decoctions was a very boring process to most people, but not to Wang Yao, who somehow enjoyed it.
At last, an Anshensan was successfully made. Wang Yao was relieved and poured the warm-colored decoction into a white China bottle. After cleaning up a bit, he started to brew another decoction.
It started to get dark outside.